Chapter 6 Chapter Six

Climbing up the rattling stairs, I used the key to unlock the apartment door. Kebetha was leaning on the sofa, with her arms outstretched, her legs stretched out, her feet resting on a footstool, and she was snoring softly. I turned on the headlight in the middle of the room, and her face was content like a baby's. I said: when to eat? She woke up suddenly, blinked her two small eyes, and looked around.Who is she, what is this place, and why are you here? Suddenly, she thought of everything, and she asked me with bright eyes: Where did you die, and you left me here alone. I'm working.

What's working, why don't you let me know. I just want to let you know now. Hey.She replied in a nasal voice with disdain. what did you doI asked politely. Baisha said: I was so mad. Why? I went to a restaurant. Dining room?Went to the restaurant again? I was just looking around, I don't know when you'll be back, and I've heard for a long time that New Orleans has so many famous places to go. What are you angry about? The food is good.Baisha said: But this kind of service hey What's wrong, not enough? Too much, and that's a place where the waiters think you don't understand anything.Put you in a place where you don't shout too much and are afraid of making a fool of yourself.The waiter said: Madame, you should order this.I just had to order this.Baisha imitated what the waiter said, and said with a French accent: Then he said: Madam, of course, must use white wine with fish and red wine with meat.Maybe Madam is not very clear about the year of the famous wine, please allow me to choose for you.Just like this, there is no end.

How do you deal with him?I asked with a smile. I told him fuck you. Did he visit you? No.He lingered, hovering around the table and never going away.Tell me what to eat and how to eat it.I asked him for ketchup to put on the steak.He even told me that he was not allowed to serve the ketchup to the guests because it would upset the chef.Chef's sauces are world famous.Steak with tomato sauce, people who don't know how to enjoy the taste will do this. And after that? after that!Baisha said, I stepped back my chair and told him that if the chef cared so much about the steak, I would give it back to him and eat it himself, and of course I asked him to pay for it himself.

You just left? I was blocked by them before reaching the door, and the scene was messed up. In the end, I had to compromise and pay the bill for what I had eaten.As for the ghost steak, of course it's none of my business, I insist that their chef eat it by himself. And after that? That's the whole truth.I just came back, except that I stopped at a small restaurant at Jiekou on the way back, and really enjoyed a meal. That bourbon house? Yes Bourbon House.Thinking of those touristy restaurants that put customers in an uninformed position really makes me angry. They want you to know that you are dining at a world famous restaurant and they only cater to famous people.I pointed out.

Well known ghost, that place is full of tourists.Tourists are the ones they really cater to.Hey!He ordered me to eat this and that, but forbade me to eat this and that, and wanted me to pay the bill, but there was no way.Famous restaurant?Hey!if you ask me I sat down on the studio couch.Take out a cigarette: Can you contact Mr. Hai in New York by phone? able. Even at night? Yes, I have his home phone number and his office number, what's the matter? Let's go back to the hotel and call him. I ask you, why are you looking for him? Tell him we found Fang Ludai. Bai Sha took his foot off the footstool at once: this kind of joke is not acceptable.

no joke. where is she? On St. Charles Avenue, in a building called Bayside Apartments. What name? Her own real name. Bai Sha said softly: Good boy, grandma, how could you do it? The old way, errand work. No problem is that the girl? She looks exactly like the photo. Baisha propped herself up from the sofa.Tang Nuo, she said, you are so kind, you have a brain, how did you find her? Filter one by one leads. In a truly adoring voice, she said: I don't know what I would do without you.It's so kind of you.You bastard! what happened? Her eyes flickered: You rented this damn apartment for a week?

yes! Can we get some money back if we move out? I don't think so. You little bastard, that's what I knew you did.To be honest, Tang Nuo, when it comes to spending money, you are like a lunatic.Maybe we have to go back tomorrow morning, and this apartment has paid a week's rent. Only fifteen dollars. Only fifteen dollars.Baisha put on a show, imitated me, and suddenly raised her voice: You sounded like fifteen yuan, didn't you? I whispered: Don't talk, someone is coming upstairs. She said: That is a group of people upstairs, there are men and women The footsteps stopped suddenly and there was a knock on our door.

I quickly said: You go and open the door, from now on, this is your apartment. Betha strode across the room, her heels rattling the carpet, she put her hand on the doorknob and asked aloud: Who? A man's voice said very politely and softly: We don't know you and would like to ask a question. what is the problem? You'd better open the door, so we can stop shouting. I saw Bai Sha think about it. There were two people outside the door. Long-term training had made Bai Sha very careful.She looked at me, as if to study how much help I could give her in case of a fight, but she opened the door anyway.

A man smiled and bowed to Baisha. He was obviously the kind of man who spoke politely.The person with him stepped behind him, speaking in a less tactful voice. The man in front was holding the hat in his hand, and the man in the back was still wearing his hat. The man in the back looked at Baisha carefully, and suddenly he saw me with surprise, worry and alertness in his eyes. The spokesperson said: I am very sorry, I am anxious to know some news, I believe you can help me. Mostly impossible.Baisha said. He was wearing hand-made clothes from high-end shops, and the narrow-brimmed hat in his hand was pearl gray, the best felt product.Everything on his body pointed out his high status.He dressed as if he were going to a party in spring, relaxed, elegant, and gentle.

The person standing behind him was wearing a suit that was supposed to be ironed.It's a ready-to-wear suit, and it doesn't fit well.About fifty-two years old, broad-chested, strong, but alert. The people in front were politely persuading Baisha: Can you please let us in, we ask your questions, and we don't want other residents in this building to hear. Baisha's evil dog stood in the way and said: You are the one talking, I don't care how many people listen to me. He laughed, a polite laugh, as if a good joke had been heard in a social setting.His eyes were fixed on Baisha's gray hair, and he was only interested in her hostile attitude, but not angry.

Speak!Bai Sha said: Walk if you don't talk. He took out his business card holder from his pocket, ostentatiously pulled out a business card, as if he was going to hand it to Baisha, but stopped halfway, and said: I am from Los Angeles, my name is Ge, Ge Mako. I looked at Betha's face to see what she associated with the name.Apparently she has none of it. Ge Mako said: I want some news about my wife. how is she? She has lived here before. when? According to my guess, it should be almost three years. Baisha understood at once and said: Oh, you said she Exactly, live in this apartment.Mr. Ge said. I walked up and said, "Maybe I can help you a little bit. I gave this apartment to this lady. She just moved in. Do you live here too?" No, I live in Los Angeles and my business is in Los Angeles.My wife comes here and she used this address before.So she used to live in this apartment. He took out some folded papers from his pocket, opened them, looked at them, nodded and said: There is nothing wrong. The big man behind seemed to think that there should be something to say. That's right.He said. Ge Mako quickly turned to him: Gordon, is this the place? That's right.When she opened the door that day, I was standing here Ge Mako quickly interrupted him: I couldn't find the landlord just now, I hope, maybe you have lived here for a long time, you may know the tenants who lived here before, and you can give me some news. Betha said: I've been here for about five hours I smiled and said: I have lived here for a long time, do you two want to come in and have a chat? Thank you.Mr. Ge said: That's the best. Ke Baisha hesitated, and stood beside the door.The two men entered, passed the room, went to the window, and looked out from the balcony into the street. Gordon said: Over there is Master Jia's Bar. Mr. Ge said with a smile: I know, I just looked at the direction I came in. The intricate streets here made me lose my sense of direction. Gordon said: After living for a long time, you will get used to it.Then she ran to sit down on the sofa where Bai Sha was sitting just now, put her feet on the footstool, and said: Ma'am, you don't care if someone smokes. Without waiting for Baisha's answer, he took out an old-fashioned match and rubbed it on the sole of his shoe. Baisha said coldly: It's okay. Mr. Ge said: You invite the lady first, um, or the wife? Before Baisha could answer the name, I hurriedly said, "It's Madam, all of you, please sit down." Gordon looked at me from the smoke he was exhaling as if I were a fly on a cake he was about to eat. Ge Mako said: I tell you the truth, it is all the truth.Three years ago, my wife left me.Our married life is not very happy.She came to New Orleans alone, and it took some difficulty to find out. Yes, that's right.Gordon said: It took me a lot of effort to find out. Mr. Ge still used a steady tone: The reason I was looking for her in a hurry was because I understood that our marriage cannot bring happiness to both parties.At that time I was determined to divorce her, love disappeared, marriage still Baisha sat uncomfortably on the daybed, interjected: Forget it, you don't need to chat with me.She leaves you and you decide to change the lock on the door so that she cannot come back.I don't blame you, what does this have to do with me? He smiled: I'm sorry, I was rambling a bit, but I'll get to the point right away.what is this lady I said: ok, let's get down to business because we're going out to dinner.You decided to go to court for divorce. I think Gordon found her for you and served her with the court summons. Yes, that's right.said Gordon, looking at me with a mixture of admiration and doubt, wondering how I should know. But now, Mr. Ge said with a bit of indignation in his voice, more than two years later, my wife is preparing to sue, saying that the court summons was not served on her at all. Like This?I said. Seriously, that's it.This is of course a complete lie. Fortunately, Mr. Gao has a very clear memory of the situation at that time. Yes, that's right, Gordon said, it was March 14th, 1940, around three o'clock in the afternoon.She came to answer the door, and I asked her if her surname was Ge and if she lived here.I had found out in advance that the apartment was rented to Ge Yina, and she also said that she was.I asked her again if it was Ge Yina, and she said yes.I took out the original subpoena, a copy of the subpoena, and a petition, and formally delivered it to her right at this door. Gordon strengthened his tone, stood up deliberately, and walked to the door. Ge Mako said: My wife now claims that she was not in New Orleans at that time, but fortunately, Mr. Gao can identify a photo of her. Bai Sha wanted to speak, I immediately touched her knee with my knee, cleared my throat, frowned and looked at the carpet, as if recalling something, I said: Mr. Ge, I understand what you mean, you hope to be sure Prove that it was indeed your wife who lived here before. Yes. The subpoena was indeed given to her.Gordon added. I said: I have only been in New Orleans for a few days this time.But I've been here a lot, and I know New Orleans very well.I was here two years ago.I think that exactly two years ago, I lived in an apartment across the way, and I might recognize Mrs. Gerrard's picture. His face brightened: that's what we needed most. It would be nice if someone could prove that she was indeed in New Orleans at the time. He reached into his coat pocket with his slender, smooth-skinned hands, took out an envelope, and took out three photos from the envelope. I am trying to study these photos very quickly, and I want to impress myself so that I can recognize them in person the next time I see them. How about it?Mr. Ge said hopefully. I said: I am associating, I have seen her, but I have not known her.I'm sure I've seen her before, and that's true.I can't remember if she ever lived in this apartment, maybe later. I tapped Baisha to ask her to take a good look at the photos, but before reaching her goal, Mr. Ge came over to take back the photos.Bai Sha grabbed the photo and said, "I'll take a look too." Baisha and I looked at these photos again. I have a habit of guessing his personality from other people's photos.This girl has the same skin and hair as Fang Ludai, only a little bit similar. Ludai's nose is straight and straight, and her eyes are thoughtful and thoughtful.This girl has a kind heart and a kind mind, simple and unreserved.I believe that when she gets emotional, she will cry and laugh, but she doesn't think much about the consequences.And if Lu Dai wanted to laugh out loud, she would think about what to do after laughing.Lu Dai will not go forward bravely, regardless of the consequences. In other words, she will always have one hand to brake in an emergency.The girl in the photo is a reckless gambler, she will pin all her hopes on turning a card, she will be happy when she wins, and lose her mind when she loses.When she does it, she doesn't think about winning or losing.On the contrary, Fang Ludai would never gamble on something she couldn't afford to lose. As for appearance, body shape, curves, skin color, hair color, they have a lot in common, I believe they can wear interchangeable clothes. Baisha sent the photo back to Mr. Ge. looks young.I said. Mr. Ge nodded: She is ten years younger than me, and I think this is one of the reasons.I guess I don't want to bother you too much, I'm here to see if anyone remembers that she used to live here, I always find someone who does. I'm sorry I can't be of much help, I told him, maybe, I'll remember later, where can I contact you guys? He gave me his business card, Gamaco, Stock Exchange, Hollywood, and I put it in my pocket, assuring him that if I ever remembered that the woman in the photo had any connection to the previous occupants of the apartment, I would talk to him. He contacts. Gordon said: You can find my name in the phone book. If you need to find Mr. Ge before he goes back, you can just call me.You can also find me if you have any court summons to serve. I said this is very good, and said to Ge Mako: You should be able to force your wife to admit that she lived here, otherwise she would have to prove in detail that she was not here during this period, and it would be very difficult to prove that the subpoena is not It is more difficult to deliver it to her. Mr. Ge said: It is not so easy to do it. My wife has made up her mind and she is hiding it.Anyway thank you. He nodded to Gordon, the two stood up, Gordon looked around the apartment again, and walked to the door.Mr. Ge stopped and said: I don't know how to thank you for your help. When they went out and the door was shut, Betha said: I quite like him. I said: Yes, he has a lovely voice.he Don't be silly.Baisha said: I am not referring to Mr. Ge, but Gordon. oh. Ge is a hypocrite with sugar on his lips.Baisha said: There is no one in the world who is so polite and sincere.If you are not sincere, you must be a hypocrite.I like Gordon.Dry and crisp, not sloppy at all. I tried to imitate Gordon's tone.Yes, that's right.I said. Bai Sha said angrily: Tang Nuo, you are the most irritating shrimp.People will blow you up.Let's go, let's call Mr. Hai.By this time he should be back in New York.At least we can leave a letter and ask him to call back.